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Like many other husbands, I have fantasies about my wife
having sex with another man. Even when we were having sex
I would sometimes pretend that someone else was doing it
to her. For a long time I never said anything about this
to Amy, as I was fearful that she would be angry. I know
that she never strayed, but I did notice that she would
sometimes gaze at an attractive male at a party, or other
function that we were attending.

When I mentioned this to her she said, "Yes, I notice
when there is an attractive man around, but that's as far
as it ever goes. Also, I notice that you pay attention
when there is a good looking woman around."

STORY = Like many other husbands, I have fantasies about
my wife having sex with another man. Even when we were
having sex I would sometimes pretend that someone else
was doing it to her. For a long time I never said
anything about this to Amy, as I was fearful that she
would be angry.

I know that she never strayed, but I did notice that she
would sometimes gaze at an attractive male at a party, or
other function that we were attending. When I mentioned
this to her she said, "Yes, I notice when there is an
attractive man around, but that's as far as it ever goes.
Also, I notice that you pay attention when there is a
good looking woman around."

Finally I decided to mention my fantasy to her, but it
was only after we had been out to a party and had several
drinks that I had the courage to go ahead. We made love,
and after we were through I asked her if she had any
sexual fantasies, and she said no. I said, "Come on, you
must have had sexual thoughts about some man you noticed.
You wouldn't be normal if you didn't!"

"Yes, I have but that's as far as it goes. You know that
some men have tried to come onto me, and you know I've
always resisted their advances. More that one has tried
to get me into bed, and you know that none have been
successful. How about you since you brought up the
subject, what about your fantasies?"

With some trepidation I went ahead. "Well, I fantasize
about you making love to another man."

"You're k**ding. You think about my having sex with
another man? I've heard that there are men who would like
their wife to have sex with someone else, but I didn't
know that you were one of them. I think if you did
realize your fantasy you would be very sorry afterwards.
You can disabuse your mind of that idea, as I don't
intend to have sex with someone just for your enjoyment!
If I ever did it would be for my pleasure."

"You asked me about my fantasy, so now you know."

"I guess I do, but it isn't my intention to help you
realize your fantasy. Tell me this so I get a clear
picture. If it happened would you just want me to tell
you about it, or would you want to watch?"

I hesitated, so she said "since we are being open and
honest about it tell me if this is what you want. Would
you want to watch me have sex with another man?" She
reached for me, moving her hand on my cock, and. I soon
got a very full erection. "I think I have your answer,
but I want to hear it from you."

"Yes, I think about watching you have sex, and wondering
what it would be like to watch, to see another man doing
it to you, mounting you and putting his cock into you. I
can't help it-I just have this recurring fantasy, and I
get very excited thinking about your being taken by
someone, maybe a stranger, and being used for his
pleasure."

"I don't understand it! I just can't believe you want to
see me being screwed by another man. You'd give your own
wife to some other guy and watch him fuck me, and you
would enjoy it, and maybe get off watching it happen?"

She was getting angry, and she just wouldn't stop talking
about it.

"I'm sorry that I brought it up."

"You would be sorry if I did it! I don't think that
you've thought it through. What if I enjoyed it? What if
he had a bigger cock? What if he was a better fuck than
you? What if I liked doing it with another man; and maybe
wanted to do it some more? You know you're the only one
I've ever been with, and you know I was a virgin when I
married you; so why would you risk my being unfaithful to
you?"

"I don't want to talk about it anymore!" Finally we
drifted off to sleep.

The next day I thought about our conversation. I didn't
understand why I had this compulsion to watch my wife
having intercourse. She was a beautiful women, so why
would I want to share her with another? She was tall with
good shoulders, medium firm breasts, and a waist that
expanded into lovely rounded hips and ass.

She had beautiful long straight legs which turned many
male heads. Her abdomen was flat and firm since she had
never been pregnant. She wanted a career, and so did I,
so it was our joint decision not to have any c***dren.
Since she couldn't take the pill forever, I went ahead
with a vasectomy.

About a month later, after we had made love, she asked me
if I was still fantasizing about her making love with
another man.

"Yes, I still think about it at times."

"Sometimes the best thing that can happen is not to get
what you really want. You could be very sorry if I helped
you realize your fantasy. If I did as you wanted there
would be no going back. You would have to live with the
consequences. Is that what you want?"

After some hesitation I said, "I just can't help it, I
just think about it a lot-seeing you with another man,
seeing another man having his way with you, making love
to you."

"And who would you like to see me with? If you think that
I would do it with one of our friends and have everybody
know about it, you have another think coming. But you
sure planted a seed in my head. I've been attracted to a
good-looking man at times, but I wasn't thinking about
having sex with any of them. Now you have me looking at
them in a different way."

"What if it were a stranger; someone we met on vacation,
or while we were at a conference?"

She looked thoughtful, but she didn't respond.

Then I had an idea. I have a good friend of long standing
who lived in another city, and we still get together
occasionally, although not so often since his divorce.
When he was still married we saw them as a couple, and
since the divorce he had visited us once for a couple of
days. I said, "How about Keith?" He was good looking and
Amy had said he was attractive. I had seen him in the
showers, so I knew he was well endowed.

"Yes, I find him attractive, but I just don't think I
could do it with him. I would be too nervous, too
embarrassed; and maybe he wouldn't want to do it to me."

"Are you k**ding? I've seen the way he looks at you when
you are moving around, and getting up or down, and the
way he looks at your legs. I believe he would jump at the
chance to make love to you. He told me that I was lucky
to have such a beautiful wife."

"I don't know -- I just don't know! I never thought
seriously about another man until you told me about your
fantasy. But I'm finding the idea interesting. You think
Keith is the one to help you realize your fantasy?"

"I think he would be perfect, and I think he would be
thrilled to make love to you. He wouldn't need much
persuasion, and he has a very good sized instrument."

We didn't discuss it further, but about three weeks later
I got an E Mail from Keith. He was flying here on
business and would be in town for three to four days. He
said he would get a hotel room and would like to have a
visit with us, and wanted to take us out to dinner.

I sent a reply and stated we would be happy to see him
and I insisted that he stay with us. I got the date and
time of his arrival and said I would pick him up at the
airport. I told my wife what I had done. She didn't say
anything at first except to ask when he was coming, which
was in six days.

"So- I guess that you will want to fulfill your fantasy.
And I suppose your are going to hint that I might be
available. Well, I'm not promising you anything; don't
think you've convinced me to go ahead and spread my legs
for him. I'm becoming cool to the whole idea."

I met Keith at the airport, and we had a drink together
after we retrieved his luggage. I didn't know how to
broach the subject to him, but finally decided to be
direct. I told him that Amy and I had discussed bringing
another man into our relationship. I confessed that it
had long been a fantasy of mine to see my wife making
love to another man. I said she wasn't pleased when I
first brought it up, and that even now she is lukewarm
about the whole idea, but she was wavering some.

Keith appeared interested but said nothing at this point.
Somewhat nervous I said "she would never consider anyone
in our social circle for the obvious reason that it might
get around. We considered you because we know you well
and know that you are discreet, and my wife finds you
attractive, and I think you find her attractive. And the
fact that you live some distance away is certainly a
plus." I stopped at this point, wondering what he would
say.

"I'm flattered that you considered me, and yes, I do find
Amy very attractive-she is a beautiful women, and I would
love to help you realize your fantasy."

"Would it bother you if I was watching you doing it to
her?"

"No! It wouldn't bother me--in fact it would make it more
exciting for me. The fact that you would be watching me
making love to her would be so erotic. I did this scene
before, a few months ago. A husband persuaded me to fuck
his wife while he watched.

At first I refused but he prevailed and I went ahead and
did it to her, and he was there watching and getting very
excited, and I was really turned on. Taking his wife in
front of him and thoroughly fucking her was so wild that
I came very quickly the first time, and soon I serviced
her again. I had never been harder than when I did this
scene.

"I think she will be open to doing it, but I'm not sure.
It won't be tonight as I think she will want to consider
it more after seeing you." I was thrilled that he had
agreed, so half the battle was won. It now remained to
convince my wife.

We arrived home and were greeted by Amy, My wife was
cool, but I think she was nervous. Keith said hello and
said she looked great and kissed her on the cheek. I took
him upstairs to his room where he unpacked. When he came
down we had drinks and a very good dinner, served with a
respectable wine, and soon she was more relaxed, but
looked thoughtful. We chatted after dinner, but soon we
all headed for bed.

Amy looked expectant, so I related our entire
conversation. "So he said he would be thrilled to service
me? And he not only wouldn't mind if you watched it, but
would enjoy the scene even more if you were present? It
must be an age-old thing; taking a man's wife in front of
him, and maybe making her pregnant. It seems he would
enjoy cuckolding you, planting horns on your head, and
you a willing and excited observer. What if he tied you
up so you were helpless; would you like that? Then you
wouldn't be able to stop him if you happened to change
your mind. If you were helpless maybe you would be even
more excited. If I go ahead with this, and I'm not sure I
will, maybe I'll have him tie you up."

I didn't respond to her statements; I think she was
goading me to get a reaction.

In the morning Keith left for his business meetings. We
decided to go out for dinner, so I made reservations at a
place where we could also dance, thinking that she would
be more relaxed if we each danced with her. Then we got
ready for our evening.

We both showered and began dressing. She asked what she
should wear, and I said just put on some sexy things. She
started with a satiny garter belt to which she attached
sheer nylon stockings, followed by a lacy white nylon
camisole, lacy panties and a sheer half-slip. She looked
incredibly sexy, her panties and stockings clearly
visible through the slip. Her breasts didn't need
support, and you could see the outline of her firm
nipples.

I became aroused, which she noticed, and when I reached
for her she pushed me away, saying she wasn't going to
get messed up and have to shower again. She selected a
blue dress which hugged her beautiful figure, and came a
few inches above her knees, showing a good deal of
attractive legs. She whirled around, her dress and slip
lifting high enough to see her naked thighs above her
stocking tops, and just the edge of her panties. "Is that
sexy enough?"

"I'm still not sure that I will go through with this. I
still can't believe you want to watch your own wife
getting fucked, watching another man spreading my legs
and putting his cock into me, watching him doing it to
me. You might be very unhappy afterwards. Right now you
can just say forget it. But if I do decide to go ahead
and he begins to seduce me, you will still have a chance
to say no. If he strips me and spreads my legs and starts
to enter me, it will be too late for you to say stop. You
will have to live with the consequences!"

"I want to go ahead with it! I love you, but this isn't
about love-It's just about sex!" But I was having second
thoughts. What if she was right; what if I regretted it
afterwards. Even though I had set things in motion, it
wasn't too late. But I was so aroused that I had too see
what would happen, thinking that I could stop them before
he penetrated her, before he went all the way.

"So we will just have sex, with no emotional ties!
There's another consideration; since you've had your
vasectomy I don't keep tract of my periods anymore, and
right now I don't know where I am in my cycle. I could be
ovulating at this time, I'm just not sure. Are you
willing to take a chance that I might get pregnant?
Because if we do this, I am not going to ask him to wear
a condom."

"Chances are you are not likely to get pregnant." But I
became excited by the possibility that she might be
impregnated.

We were having a drink when Keith arrived back. He looked
at my wife with admiration, saying, "You look gorgeous!"
He had a drink with us, still complimenting Amy till she
was blushing, finally going upstairs to shower and
change.

While waiting for Keith we didn't talk much. When he
joined us we had another drink before heading out to
dinner. We enjoyed a good dinner accompanied by some very
fine wine. When the band started playing I asked my wife
to dance, and a couple of times I twirled her with the
expected results, her dress and slip billowing out,
exposing her legs. As I held her close she could feel my
erection pressing against her, and she smiled. "What
could you be thinking about?" She was teasing me.

Then Keith danced with her, and he was holding her close,
one hand dropping below her waist. He also spun her and
we had a small audience enjoying her exposed legs, her
stocking clad thighs. It was clear the drinks were
relaxing her, and we both danced with her several times.
Her face was flushed, and I think she was aroused. She
said she felt his very stiff cock pressing against her.

We finally left for home, and I fixed a nightcap. Keith
looked expectant, and I didn't know how to start. She was
sitting on the sofa, careless of her skirts which had
ridden up some, exposing her thighs. I sat next to her
and asked Keith to sit beside her also, which he promptly
did. I kissed her lightly, then held her in a longer
kiss, nodding to him. He took the hint and turned her
towards him, kissing her deeply.

We took turns kissing and caressing her, till finally I
stroked her thighs, inching her dress upwards as we
kissed. Then Keith kissed her and continued the upward
motion of her dress and slip till her garter straps and
naked thighs were exposed. I advanced this scene by
slowly lowering the zipper of her dress to her waist, her
dress falling open. My wife was flushed and trembling
some, her breathing ragged, now obviously quite aroused.

I told Keith to take her to his room--I didn't want them
to be in our bed. He took her hand and when she stood up
I pulled her dress off her shoulders and arms, pushing it
down over her hips till it fell at her ankles.

As she preceded him up the stairs her legs and thighs
were clearly visible through the sheer slip. He was
looking at the motion of her hips and ass as she climbed
the stairs, looking at her with admiration, my wife
looking so erotic. I waited a little bit before joining
them. I could hardly contain my excitement at the thought
at how far she had already gone, and what was now likely
to happen.

I walked in to see them embracing, one hand caressing her
ass through her panties and slip, the other hand on her
breast. She looked at me, seeing my excitement, and then
moved closer to him, giving herself over to his caresses.
He lifted her arms overhead, pulling her camisole up and
off, his fingers stroking her nipples which quickly
became erect. When he moved to take her slip off she
stopped him and crossed her arms over her breasts.

"I can't do this! I just can't give myself!" But she was
flushed and very aroused.

She looked at me and I said, "We've gone this far; let's
not stop now!"

"You want me to continue? You want to let him go ahead?
Are you sure you want him to have me? You have to be very
sure! Soon there will be no turning back."

I hesitated, but I was very aroused at what had happened
so far, but I could still stop it before he penetrated
her, and I nodded yes.

Finally she looked at him, and then slowly dropped her
hands to her sides, her firm breasts again revealed. He
kissed her again, caressing her, till she became even
more aroused, and at that point he slowly lowered her
slip to her ankles, lifting her free. She looked so
erotic, her breasts firm, her sheer panties doing nothing
to hide the bushy dark hair of her cunt, her beautiful
legs encased in sheer nylons, the garter straps
traversing her naked thighs.

This slow seduction was having it's effect, his caresses
roaming freely over her whole body till her knees
weakened, and she sat on the edge of the bed for support.
He pushed her shoulders back till she was partially lying
down, and lifting her he placed her fully on the bed,
then began stripping off his clothes.

He was so aroused that when he was naked his very large
cock stood straight out, the head swollen and purple. She
gasped when she saw his cock, her eyes widening in
disbelief. "Oh my God, I can't take that!" And she closed
her legs tightly, her eyes drawn almost hypnotically to
his huge erection.

He was not to be deterred. While holding her shoulders
down he continued stroking her, stroking her breasts,
stroking her thighs, sliding his hand over her panty clad
crotch. She began responding to the expert and erotic
stroking of her body. Gripping her panties he attempted
to slide them down. Somehow, she was still resisting,
saying, "Please don't take my panties down!"

He said nothing but continued her seduction till she was
moaning, flushed and trembling, clearly close to
surrendering to him. He gripped her panties again and
succeeded in pulling them from under her hips and ass,
down her thighs to her ankles, taking them off, removing
the last barrier to her sex. She was almost naked and
erotically exposed. Her stocking clad thighs just adding
to the sensual nature of this scene. She kept her thighs
pressed together as she looked at me, saying, "Do you
want this to happen, do you want this to continue? Soon
there will be no turning back!" I was so excited by this
scene that I just nodded my head, but I felt that I could
still stop them before he penetrated her.

He continued to stroke and caress her, his mouth on her
breasts, his hands pressing her thighs, opening them
slowly, overcoming her resistance. He slid down her body,
now between her legs, moving his mouth and tongue against
her sex, drawing moans from her, whimpering some as his
tongue was working it's magic on the wet swollen lips of
her cunt, gasping as his tongue found her clitoris. With
the tip of his tongue he circled and lifted the now erect
bud till she was groaning, her thighs opening a little
more, her body flushed and trembling.

He continued working on her, his tongue parting the wet
lips of her cunt and pushing into her, moving inside the
open lips, her body surrendering to him, with no will to
resist. Sensing that all resistance was gone, he moved up
her body, preparing to mount her. She lifted her knees
and let her thighs fall fully open, tilting her cunt up
to meet his advancing cock.

She looked at me once more, asking for the last time if I
wanted her to continue. I could no more stop this than I
could stop an avalanche. When I said nothing, she let her
arms fall out to her sides, her body open, ready to give
herself to him.

Gripping his engorged cock he directed it against the wet
lips of her cunt, wetting the head and pressing the tip
into her. He gripped her hips and began firmly pushing
his cock into her, pushing slowly, her cunt beginning to
stretch, continuing to press forward till the huge head
of his cock penetrated her, my wife gasping and crying
out as he entered her, her cunt tightly stretched around
his invading cock.

It was so erotic seeing my wife penetrated like this. The
blood rushed from my head and I thought I was going to
faint. My wife was wide eyed, her mouth hanging open as
he pushed further into her, moving back and forth till
she was fully impaled on his cock She cried out, her body
jerking, her cunt filled by his rigid cock Slowly he
began moving in her in long strokes, his cock shiny with
her juices.

With her stocking clad legs elevated I had a perfect view
of his thick cock steadily and relentlessly fucking her,
hearing her gasps, her cries, her moaning as he serviced
her. Occasionally she looked at me, seeing how excited I
was, then closed her eyes, giving herself over to this
stud who was fucking her with great confidence and
enjoyment.

The fact that I was watching him service my wife seemed
to lift his excitement to a higher level, and he made
every effort to see that my wife was groaning as he
ravaged her.

He used her roughly, thrusting into her more powerfully,
my wife crying out again and again, her whole body
jerking to his thrusting. She was totally controlled,
lying under him, his cock punishing her, till finally her
body stiffened, shuddering, her legs clasping his thighs,
crying out again and again as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

Her response triggered his climax, and groaning he
gripped her ass and pushed fully into her as he erupted.
My wife said, "Oh my God! He's swelling more, I can feel
him pulsing and spurting into me!" It took some time to
completely empty his cock in her, filling her with his
sperm. He kept his cock in her for some time keeping his
semen up against her cervix. Much of his sperm had to be
flowing into her uterus, maybe connecting with her egg
and fertilizing her, making her pregnant.

It was some time before he removed his softened cock from
her. He lifted his body off her, lying on his back. My
wife lay on her back, her legs splayed widely, the lips
of her cunt open, moist with their juices. I had never
seen her climax with such emotion, and so prolonged-- she
appeared exhausted! She finally turned her head in my
direction and looked at me.

"Well, did you enjoy it, did you enjoy watching your own
wife getting fucked liked that? I sure enjoyed it! Are
you happy now that your fantasy has been realized?"

I was too choked with emotion to reply, but she could
tell that I was thrilled by what happened.

She slowly got up and we returned to our room, Keith
smiling as we left, probably thinking about doing it to
her again. I wanted to mount her but she refused me. I
persisted but all she would do was take my erect cock in
her hand, and with only a few strokes I erupted.

"It looks like you really enjoyed watching me lying under
that stud and getting serviced by him. I can't believe I
responded like I did, being handled like that--taken like
that!" The emotional scene exhausted us both, and we were
soon asleep.

Later that night I awakened and found her absent. I
silently moved to Keith's room, and as I slowly opened
the door I saw my wife lying under him getting thoroughly
fucked, his cock pistioning into her, listening to her
moaning continuously.

He came, groaning, my wife soon climaxing with a loud
cry, feeling his cock swelling and discharging more semen
into her body. I slipped back in our bed, and Amy soon
joined me, as I pretended to be asleep. She poked me,
knowing I was faking. "I saw you watching us, and I
suppose you enjoyed seeing him fucking me again."

"He seemed to be doing a pretty good job on you, and you
seemed to be enjoying it."

"I certainly did, and he wants to do me again tonight."

I wondered what I had set in motion, and the next day
Keith left for his conferences again. We also had to
work, but we got home early, showered and changed. This
time my wife wore her usual satiny garter belt with shear
stockings attached.

This was followed by a matching peach colored lacy bra
and panties, also a matching half-slip, and a clinging
white dress. With her hair done and make up she was
absolutely beautiful. Keith was not going to be able to
keep his hands off her for very long.

He returned and we again went out for dinner-on Keith. We
were mellowed by the dinner and wine, and when we
returned home he wasted no time taking her in his arms
and kissing her, meeting no resistance. Looking at me as
if for permission, he took her hand, leading her up to
his room.

I soon followed them, finding him slowly undressing her,
my wife standing passively as he gradually stripped her
naked, except for her sheer stockings. He pushed her down
on the bed, stripping off his clothes, approaching her
with a very thick and stiff cock. He took charge, Amy
following his orders to spread her legs, flushed with
embarrassment, making her put on a show, treating her
like a whore.

With very little formality he moved between her spread
legs, positioning his cock at her cunt, and pushing into
her, a hoarse cry from my wife at the sudden painful
stretching of her cunt with his powerful penetration.
This time he quickly filled her, again a loud cry as she
was fully impaled on his throbbing cock. He began
stroking into her, my wife moaning steadily, till he felt
her body moving, now gasping as she was close to her
climax. As he realized that she was about to come he
pulled out of her, ignoring her entreaties to finish.

He rolled her unresisting body onto her stomach, pulling
her hips into the air, presenting her on her hands and
knees. "No, not like this, not on my hands and knees!"

He ignored her, pushing her head and shoulders to the
bed, spreading her thighs apart, my wife too filled with
passion to stop him. (She never let me take her like
this, saying she wasn't an a****l) He stood behind her,
gripping her hips firmly to hold her in place as he
directed his hard cock into the wet open lips of her
cunt, and ignoring her protests, penetrating her and
pushing fully into her, filling her again, my wife crying
out shrilly.

He began thrusting into her powerfully, holding her hips
as he punished her with his cock, treating her even more
roughly, her body jerking to his thrusting. I felt that I
should stop him, but I couldn't; I was immobilized by the
scene, incredibly aroused by the way he was fucking her,
still treating her like a whore, without any tenderness.

Now my wife was moaning continuously, finally responding
to him, responding to being taken in this manner, his
swollen cock thrusting into her helpless body. I stood
mesmerized watching his cock working on her, moving in
and out of her till her cries changed and became more
shrill, and she began to come, her orgasm even more
prolonged as she felt him swelling and spurting into her,
pulling her fully upon his cock till her climax subsided,
and till he completely drained himself in her. He
released her, and she dropped to the bed, full of his
sperm.

She began sobbing, humiliated at being taken on her hands
and knees, her body betraying her, responding to his
domination. She couldn't believe that she could be used
like that, embarrassed that she had climaxed so
powerfully.

We returned to our bed, and in the morning, after Keith
had left, I said we had to talk. I had a change of heart
after witnessing the events of the last two nights, never
dreaming that their fucking would be so intense. I said
"I don't want him to have you again tonight!"

"Oh, you don't want him to take me again? You're the one
that set all this in motion, and now because he's
screwing me so well you want to stop. Don't you remember
when I said that you might be sorry if you realized your
fantasy? And if I did as you wanted you would have to
live with the consequences. Well, it's too late for you
to call the shots. I love being fucked by him, even
though he did me on my hands and knees, and if he wants
to fuck me tonight he can. You enjoyed watching him
servicing me, so you can watch once more. How do you like
being a cuckold, having horns planted on your head?"

I did my best to sway her but she wouldn't budge. He had
been filling her with his semen, and now I was worried
about her getting pregnant.

She laughed when I said this to her, saying, "You should
have thought of that when you offered me to him, and no,
I won't ask him to wear a condom. If I get pregnant it
will be your fault! Maybe tonight will be more exciting
for you, thinking of his sperm flowing into my uterus,
maybe making me pregnant. Maybe he impregnated me one of
the last two nights!"

She showered and again dressed in her most attractive
underwear and a clinging short dress.

Keith arrived and we had cocktails, and a light dinner
with wine. After dinner we went to the living room with
our wine, Amy sitting across from us, her dress hiked up
her thighs. Slowly she let her legs fall open, letting us
see her naked thighs and panties. Keith got the message,
and taking her hand he led her upstairs to his room.

I followed them, watching once again as he slowly
undressed her to her lacy panties, laying her down on the
bed while he stripped. She lifted her ass so he could
remove her panties, looking at me as she spread her legs
for him. He mounted her, working his cock into her, my
wife again groaning as he penetrated her, moaning as he
pressed fully into her.

She lifted her legs, and I watched his thick cock
stretching her, sliding in and out of her, soon thrusting
into her faster, my wife gasping as she felt her orgasm
approaching. She cried out, her arms and legs clutching
him as she spasmed. He groaned, pulling her fully onto
his cock as he emptied himself deep into her,
his sperm flooding her uterus.

It was unbelievably erotic, watching this stud servicing
my own wife, watching her being fucked so thoroughly. She
looked at me again as she felt his sperm flooding her
cunt, seeing how excited I was, and smiling at me. It was
over!

We went to bed and in the morning said good-bye to Keith,
who thanked us for a wonderful time. We talked about what
happened, reliving those scenes many times, finding our
sex life lifted to a new level.